
drum for the nite sky
in a meadow
with grass knee high
and the sun
in its final moment
the world is engulfed
in its crimson glow
while living in northern california, i attended purification lodges with a north peigan-blackfoot holy man, who taught me native american drummaking.i used these skills to make three drums. the years have come and gone, these skills lay dormant. recently i've felt a calling to revieve this that i learned long ago. follow the journey of some of my "special drums" as they crossover from inception, to conception, to creation. mitakuye oyissan!
lovely imagery PT, what a beautiful day it was too. Nice of the hawk to show us the way when we got lost, lots of magic.
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